Esben And The Witch
deathwaltz
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A semblance of truth, this semblance of me
Strikes such a chord, it deafens my ears.
Keep your head on, collect yourself
It's all I can do to assemble myself.
The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
With eagerness as the sickle reaps.
I feel blood feathers, spike their way,
The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades.
A terrible thing, this terrible love.
It's all that I have, it's all that I am.
Let the knives out, hidden within,
I'll wash you away with all of my sins.
The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
With eagerness as the sickle reaps.
I feel blood feathers, spike their way,
The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades.
- Álbum:
- Older Terrors
- A New Nature
- Wash The Sins Not Only The Face
- Violet Cries
- Chorea E.P.
- Deathwaltz
- Warpath
- Chorea
- Spin Presents Austin Power: Best Sxsw Bands 2011
- Split LP
- Spex CD #120
- Marking the Heart of a Serpent
- Season of Mist (2016 Sampler)
- 33
- Matador at 21
- Marching Song
- Matator at 21 - Matador Today (2008-2010)
- Season of Mist 2016